Spiritualist sweet wife

In the morning, there was a slight light in the Li family's old house.

Warmth followed behind the forest and stood in front of Ziteng. He was still a little nervous. When Lu Nianchu appeared last night, he always jumped out of his mind uncontrollably.

Now we can be sure that Lu Nianchu is no longer an ordinary ghost.

Monster?

In my impression, it seems that Zi Teng and Lin Zi said so.

Lin Zi slowly walked to the wall, put his hands together, whispered a few spells, and then raised his hand to take off Lu Nianchu's painting.

By the way, when I remember, when Lu Nianchu appeared last night, the picture was blank.

"Zi Teng, I got it!"

He rubbed the drawing paper warmly and gently: "do you want to burn it now?"

"Little girl, did you forget the doll when you were at Xiaoxue's house?"

Suddenly, the forest suddenly mentioned another thing.

"Hmm? I didn't forget. What's the matter?"

"If it's so easy to burn, why do we take so much trouble and burn it directly!"

That's right!

Warm slightly drooped his eyelids and looked at the picture. Lu Nianchu's beautiful face. Fingertips, suddenly came a strange feeling.

"Zi Teng! This picture... Has temperature!"

In a word, Lin Zi and Zi Teng were surprised not only to warm themselves. Then they put their palms on the drawing paper.

Although it is not obvious, the warm feeling similar to human body temperature is so clear through the skin and spread to the body.

Ziteng a pair of sword eyebrows flying into the temples, and then twisted up:

"This picture is made of human skin!"

In a word, it's neither salty nor light, neither warm nor fire, but it's enough to make you warm, keep your eyes wide, and stay in place. He withdrew his hand and looked at the picture.

Actually, it's made of human skin!

Whose skin?

Just thinking that I had just rubbed my hand on a human skin, I felt that the hairs on my back stood upside down.

"Human skin? Zi Teng, is this..."

"Yes!"

Warm a burst of doubt, paralyzed! She hated the feeling that she was alone in the dark.

"What is it? Brother Lin?"

Knowing that Zi Teng would not be so kind to explain to himself, Wen immediately asked Lin Zi.

"Little girl, have you heard of human skin lanterns?"

Human skin lanterns?

Warm carefully search the memory in my mind: "I saw a film called human skin lantern, starring Qiu Shuzhen and Liang Jiahui."

Warm to tell the truth, but I can't avoid a burst of white eyes.

"Er... Almost!

If people peel off their skin before they die, their soul will be imprisoned forever and will never reincarnate! Few people would use this cruel method if it were not for deep hatred. "

Before people die? Peel it alive?

"Incredibly, so cruel?"

Hearing Lin Zi's words, warm couldn't help looking at the painting again. At the moment, Lu Nianchu in the painting still smiles like flowers, but from the warm point of view, it adds some creepy breath in vain.

"Who on earth is it? By such cruel means? Whose skin is it?"

"It's Lu Nianchu's!"

Suddenly, Zi Teng said a low sentence, which suddenly plunged into a dignified atmosphere that was not so embarrassing.

Lu Nianchu's portrait was painted with Lu Nianchu's human skin. Who did this? Warm and careful memories of the previous dreams and what Li Xin had told, but I couldn't find a clue.

Such a beautiful woman, such a woman dedicated to love, would end up so narrow and long.

"Is it because Lu Nianchu has been imprisoned here?"

Warmth is almost gnashing teeth to say these words. Suddenly, there is no fear of that woman in my heart. Instead, it is full of heartache.

"Lin Zi, put away the paintings. Let's go in the back and have a look!"

Taking advantage of the dawn, Lu Nianchu will not come out to do anything. Ziteng decides to search the whole old house carefully. The warmth did not get an answer, but it was not angry. It was not because he was used to Zi Teng's disregard, but because he was still strongly shocked by the news just now.

Just

Why do you look at the picture of human skin rolled up bit by bit, and your warm heart shrinks with it.

……

The three men walked through the hall and walked slowly to the inner hall. The green night vision flashlight shines a strange light on the dark old house.

The ground was covered with bones, scattered, warm and carefully followed behind the forest, trying not to see or touch. But even so, she still seemed to feel the pain and cry of those people before they died.

Although the old house is large, it has only two floors. Except for the situation seen before, the rest of the place is no different from the ordinary house. After the inspection, the three returned to the hall.

Linzi has given the painting to Ziteng for safekeeping. Standing in the center of the hall, Linzi begins to chant incantations according to Ziteng's instructions.

"The great old gentleman taught me to kill ghosts and fight with my God. He called on the jade girl and took ominous photos. He climbed the mountain with a cracked stone and wore a seal. He wore a Chinese cap, crept to Kui Gang, supported Liujia on the left and Liuding on the right. There was a yellow God in front and a yuezhang on the right. The divine master killed the enemy, not avoiding the strong and powerful. He killed the evil ghost first, and then cut the light of the night. He didn't subdue, he dared to take it? He was as urgent as a law."

When a spell was read out, she only felt that the surrounding temperature began to drop sharply. She had experience and knew that the ghosts in the house began to haunt and wander. Although it was broad daylight, the power of ghosts was relatively weakened, but there were a large number, which could still be felt.

"Zi Teng still forces out the ghosts!"

"Well, recite a transcendental mantra so that the souls of those who were eaten by Lu Nianchu can get to the underground."

Zi Teng said expressionless, and then looked at the picture in his hand. Somehow, warm looked at Zi Teng's action and suddenly felt a little strange.

Lin Zi's transcendental mantra began to ring behind him, but the warm heart knew that Lu Nianchu was not included in these transcendental ghosts, because her soul was still in the body.

Or, it's still in the picture in Ziteng's hand.

"Zi Teng, she... Has become a monster, hasn't she?"

Zi Teng lifted his eyes slightly and looked at the warmth faintly.

"What do you want to say?"

"Monster, how to transcend?"

She wants to help Lu Nianchu. Even if she killed so many people, she can't bear to see it end badly.

But as expected, Ziteng's words once again threw her heart into a heavy Abyss:

"Monster, you can't surpass! You can only destroy it!"